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tuiccim · 2 years

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I Really Love Being Your Friend (Part 8)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-Size Female Reader, Foggy Nelson x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Mutual pining, idiots in love, angst, body insecurity, stalker.

A/N: Thank you to my lovely beta reader, @whisperlullaby . All mistakes are my own.

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Ben closes the door behind him and you back away quickly.

“Ben! What are you doing? Why have you been following me?” you ask with false bravado.

“It's all going wrong. They found out about me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Daredevil found me. He found me and now he knows. Now they all know. I can’t let them take you. I can't lose you.”

Your blood runs cold, “Ben-”

“I love you. You showed up in that bar and it was like an angel had found me. I knew then that I had to stay close to you. To protect you. You are an angel but there is so much darkness around you and I have to keep you safe from it. Foggy just wants to sleep with you. Daredevil is dangerous. He gets people killed. The Winter Soldier is a killer. All that darkness is around you, Angelface. I can’t let it affect you. I love you. I need you,” Ben had cupped your face as he spoke and you fought the building terror that curled in your stomach.

Thinking fast, you decide to reassure him, “Ben. Ben, look at me look at me. It's okay. They're my friends. They won't do anything to hurt me or… or you.”

“They'll keep me away from you. I can't let them take you away. Come on. We have to go,” Ben says emphatically. Standing, he holds a hand out to you.

“Ben, it's okay. It's okay. It'll be fine,” you glance around desperately trying to figure out what you could do to calm him or escape him. You realize that he's had a break from reality and because of your kindness, has formed an obsession. Utilizing the knowledge you had gleaned, you attempt to reason with Ben, “Let's sit down and talk about this. It's going to be fine.”

“No! No, we can’t. We have to go. They'll take you away from me.”

You reach into the small of your back discreetly and wrap your hand around the gun Bucky had given you, “Ben, I’m not going anywhere. You need to stop.”

“We have to go,” Ben says, stepping towards you.

“Ben, stop!” you say as you pull the gun and point it at him. Faster than you can react, he’s managed to twist the gun from your hands and turn it around on you. “Ben-” you gasp as he lifts a gun. You take deep breaths trying to discern the best way out of this situation. Raising your hands in a non-threatening manner you try again, “Ben, really it's okay. Nothing is going to happen to you. Let's sit and talk about this.”

“No! Let's go now. Now! Let's go,” Ben begins herding you towards your door and with a gun pointed at your back you decide the best course of action at this moment was to do as he says. You’ll try to drop some bread crumbs and pray that Bucky can find you. He'd never give up looking for you. Suddenly, you feel your back pocket move and realize that Ben's grabbed your cell phone out of it. You hear it hit the floor and then a boot slamming into it.

“You won't be needing that.”

You were hoping he wouldn't notice your phone. You knew Joaquin would be able to track it and find you. At least they would know by the smashed phone that something had happened. You were kicking yourself. You should have let Bucky stay but you didn’t think someone would actually be following you.

Attempting to placate, you smile, “Of course. I'm sure you're going to take great care of me. Can I pack a few things? Please?”

“I have everything we’ll need. It’s all ready for us. Let's get to the car,” Ben says as he presses the gun into your back discreetly and holds your arm.

“I just need to grab my glasses,” you insist and move towards your bedroom door.

“No!” Ben grabs you and puts himself between you and the door. He puts the gun next to your face, “We have to go, Julie!”

“Ben,” you whisper, eyes-wide as terror floods your mind, “Ben, I’m not Julie. I’m-”

“We don’t have time for this, Julie. We have to go,” he begins to push you towards the front door again.

“Ben, wait, just a second. Listen to me-” your words are interrupted when you see your bedroom door move. When Ben goes to follow your line of vision, you grab his face, “Wait, I…” you lean into him and press your lips to his, trying to distract him. You see his eyes slip closed and his arms wrap around you. The door opens quietly behind him and Bucky slips into the room. His metal hand grabs the gun from Ben and you pull away from him quickly.

Ben recovers from the momentary shock and turns to fight. He and Bucky tussle as you attempt to move out of the way in the small apartment but in the commotion you catch a stray elbow. You cry out and cover your right eye that pain radiates from. After a few moments, your front door splinters open as Sam breaks through with his shield. Joaquin follows him in and immediately covers you using his wings as a shield.

“You’re hurt,” Joaquin says as he maneuvers you into the kitchen.

“I’m fine,” you demure, despite the pain. “I’ll stay here. Go help them.”

“My job in this is to protect you. They can handle him.”

“How did this happen, Joaquin? I don’t understand,” you feel the tears begin as the sounds of the fight come from the other room.

“I don’t know, but we’ve got you. We’re your friends and we’ll always protect you. And Bucky…”

“Bucky what?” you ask curiously.

“Bucky really cares about you. Give him a chance,” Joaquin says gently.

“Wha-”

“Doll! Joaquin! You okay?” Bucky calls.

Ben was a talented fighter and it had taken Sam and Bucky a few minutes to subdue him. As you rounded the corner you stopped, seeing that your apartment looked like a battle had taken place. You guess one had. Your front door was broken, your tv shattered, a lamp laid in a mangled heap, and general disarray any way you turned your head. Ben was in cuffs and Sam had him by the arm.

“Your eye! You got hit? Get some ice, please, Joaquin,” Bucky directs.

“I’m fine. It’ll be fine,” you say, dodging Bucky’s hands.

“It’s not fine. You’re gonna have a black eye,” Bucky says.

“It’s my fault,” Ben says suddenly.

You look at him for a long moment, “Ben, do you know who I am?”

“You remind me so much of Julie,” Ben says, sadness filling his eyes.

“But I’m not Julie,” you reiterate and you know he understands when he whispers your name.

“Freeze! Hands in the air!” Two police officers enter your apartment and shock registers on their faces when they see Captain America, The Winter Soldier, and the Falcon.

The next hour and half is spent giving statements. You ask your friends to advocate for Ben to be taken for psychiatric care and they agree. You didn’t think Ben was necessarily a bad guy, just a sick one. You’re numb as you explain what happened and begin cleaning up the mess. Your super shows up and expresses his displeasure at the mess. When he begins telling you that you’ve lost your security deposit over the front door, you just nod dumbly until Bucky steps in. He pulls the super away and has a conversation that you can’t hear. Honestly, you don’t want to, instead you start picking up pieces of the destroyed lamp.

“Doll, you okay?” Bucky asks a few minutes later.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, not looking at him.

“Hey, leave that,” Bucky puts his hand over yours.

“It has to be done,” you say, you feel like you’re in a dream.

“We’ll take care of this. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Go pack a bag. You’re gonna stay with me until we can get your door fixed, okay?” Bucky says.

“I can just get a hotel room or something, Buck,” you shake your head.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight right now. Please, doll, for me?”

“For all of us,” Joaquin says.

“It would be for the best. You shouldn’t be alone,” Sam states.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you nod and go to your room.

When Bucky comes to check on you ten minutes later, he finds you standing in the middle of the room with an empty bag on your bed, “Doll?”

“I, um, I’m sorry. I-”

“Doll, you’re in shock. Why don’t I help you?” Bucky holds your hand reassuringly.

“O-okay.”

“Okay, so, Joaquin is gonna arrange for you to have a few days off. I’m going to stay with you. You’ll need some comfortable clothes…” Bucky rattles on as he pulls a few things from your closet, grabs your slippers, finds some sleep clothes, and a few more items. You snap out of it enough to get your toothbrush and a few other toiletries together. You grab your tablet and throw your charger in the bag even though you realize your phone is gone. Bucky pauses looking at you bashfully for a second, “Uh, doll, why don’t I give a few minutes for you to pack a few other things and I’ll wait in the living room.”

You are confused for a second but then heat rises in you, “Oh, gotcha. Yeah.” As soon as he leaves, you throw some underwear in the bag and zip the bag up. If you forgot anything, Bucky’s place is only ten minutes from here. You throw the bag over your shoulder and join the guys. Sam and Joaquin each hug you saying they’re glad you’re okay and they’d help you get everything sorted out in the apartment. They secure the front door to ensure that your things are safe and then you head your separate ways.

At Bucky’s place, you’re unsure of what to do. You still feel like you’re in a fog. The past few weeks have been intense and tonight was an emotional roller coaster by itself.

“Can I get you anything?” Bucky asks softly.

“No. I think I just want to go to sleep,” you say.

“Okay. Come on.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch. You’ve done enough for me tonight.”

“I’m not sleeping in the bed while you’re on the couch. You need comfort and sleep.”

You nod and go to his room. It takes all of your energy just to get ready for bed but when you lay down, sleep refuses to claim you. Instead the events of the last two days play over and over in your head and suddenly you start crying. Sobs wrack your body. You try to stay quiet but obviously fail when the door cracks open after a gentle knock.

“Doll?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you sit up, quickly trying to compose yourself but your face crumples a second later and you cover it with your hands as you bawl.

“Hey, you’re okay. It’s okay. It’s okay,” Bucky sits on the edge of the bed. You lean into him, pressing your face to his shoulder as the crying jag takes over completely. He holds you through it, rubbing your back, whispering reassurances, and making you feel safe. When you finally exhaust your tear ducts, you pull away and Bucky wipes the tears off your cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I just…” your voice breaks.

“You don’t have to explain. I understand.”

“Buck…” you pause.

“Do you want me to stay, doll?” He asks sweetly, as if he knows it's exactly what you need.

“Please,” you whisper.

“Of course. I won’t leave you. Not until you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“Things will look better in the morning,” Bucky says, stroking your face.

“I probably won’t. Pretty sure you were right about this black eye,” you quip sadly.

“Now I know you’ll be fine. You’re making jokes already. And you’ll still be beautiful, with or without the shiner,” Bucky gives you that beautiful smile.

Your breath catches for a moment with the way he looks at you. It was in these moments that your heart felt some modicum of hope. God, you loved him and your heart clenched, wishing so many things but mostly that he could love you. You look back at him and, with all of your inner reserves gone, you feel the words forming to ask if he could ever feel the same about you. It was on the tip of your tongue when he spoke again, “Try to get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning when we’ve both rested up.”

“Good night, Bucky,” you whisper instead.

“Night, doll. Sleep. I’m right here.”

You were exhausted and managed to drift off a few times but you would startle awake a few minutes later. Eventually, Bucky pulled you into his arms and you were finally able to rest. You woke the next morning with a purring white ball of fluff tucked under your chin. You could hear Bucky clanking around in the kitchen and it made you smile. In this moment, nothing existed outside of this little bubble of comfort and then it burst. Memories flooded in and your mind became a jumble again.

Bucky walked in a few seconds later with a cup of coffee and a plate of food for you. You gave a small smile as he set it in front of you.

“Breakfast in bed?” You look at the beautiful man in front of you and think what you would give to have this be every day of your life. To have that soft look given to you everyday. You were so confused by everything that had happened.

"This is really sweet of you. Thank you."

"You could use some pampering," he assured you. His hand brushed over your cheek just below the bruise on your eye and the tender look in his eyes nearly broke you.

Pulling away, you say, "You should get yourself some food, too."

Bucky nodded and went to get his breakfast before rejoining you. The rest of the day went much the same. Bucky waited on you hand and foot, going so far as to warm your towel while you were in the shower. He made you laugh and feel comfortable, gave you space, and allowed you to veg out on his couch. It was exactly what you needed. You fell asleep on his shoulder while watching movies that afternoon and you only vaguely registered being carried and then laid in the bed. A sensation you hadn't felt since early childhood. When you woke a little later, you were dumbfounded that he managed to carry you. You wandered back to the living room looking for him.

"Hey. I was just about to order pizza. Is that okay?" Bucky asks as he sees you.

"Sounds great. Sorry I fell asleep. D-did you carry me to the bed?" Maybe you had dreamed it. You probably walked and he just helped you.

"Yeah, doll. You were out cold. I thought it'd be more comfortable."

You laugh in a self-deprecating manner, "How bad did you strain your back doing that?"

"Not at all. I could carry two of you, twice as far," Bucky winks.

"Right. Supersoldier strength," you nod.

Together, you sat to watch a show and eat pizza once it arrived. A little later, you're sitting across from him eating the bowl of ice cream he put in your hands. Bucky was sitting in the spot he had laid you when that forbidden kiss happened. You drag the spoon through the treat while trying to get through the mess in your head. Looking up at Bucky a second later, the question in his eyes is clear. Sighing, you say, "How did you get into my apartment last night?"

"I unlocked your bedroom window when I was securing things. Did you really think I was going to actually leave you alone when you had a stalker?"

"I'm so confused about that still."

"He was mentally ill, Doll. It was-"

"That's- that's not what confuses me so much. I mean, being held at gunpoint by an unstable human being is scary but I think Ben is the easiest thing to understand in all this. He's in a dark place and I showed him kindness. He latched onto it. There's also a huge part of me that feels incredibly stupid that I chalked up our chance meetings to coincidence but I'm just not the type of woman this stuff happends to. I'm not a celebrity or beauty queen. I'm not anything special, ya know?"

"No, I don't. You are special," Bucky says earnestly.

It makes your heart ache and tears sting your eyes before you blink them back.

"Thank you for saying that but-"

"I mean it, doll. You're very special to me. To all of us."

You smile in a melancholy way and Joaquin's words from the night before echo through your head.

"Bucky, I... Joaquin said something yesterday... I-" you shake your head at the stupidity of the confession you almost make. "Nevermind. Sorry."

"No, go ahead. It's okay," Bucky looks at you expectantly, an air of hope surrounding him. "What did Joaquin say?"

"Just that you cared and you would always protect me."

"He's right about that," Bucky's smile fades into a cagey look and your stomach drops when he speaks again. "And since you brought up last night... the comment you made?"

"What comment?" you ask in desperate hope that he means anything but what you think he's getting at.

"About all anyone wants lately is to get into your pants?" Bucky raises his eyebrows questioningly.

"Nothing. It was just a stupid comment. I'm sorry."

"Do you think I kissed you just to get you in bed?" Bucky asks.

"No, yes... I don't - I don't know. I just figured I was a convenience. Like you said, you don't have time to date. I'm a convenient option for... ya know and I just..." you trail off with a shrug.

"You just?"

"I really love being your friend, Bucky, and I know, I know that if we slept together I'd fall even more in love with you. And I thought about it, I did, I thought about just taking that leap and being that girl for you but I just can't. It would eat away at me and then I'd be shattered when you finally did find someone you actually want to be with. You're such a good guy and I don't want to ruin our friendship for some... probably really great sex but if we did that I'd want more and I know I'm not good enough for you. I'm just that fat girl you work with who would be an easy fuck and then it would become awkward and I'd lose you. I'd lose my friendship with all of you and I can't do that." You squeeze your eyes shut, horrified with the confession that had just come out of your mouth. You said too much. You always do.

"You'd fall even more in love with me?" Bucky asks, a smile spreading across his face that you can't see.

"I'm sorry," you cover your face with your hands as tears leak from your eyes.

"Doll, look at me," Bucky's fingers are under your chin, helping to lift your face to his. "I love you."

"I know. Because I'm your best friend."

"No."

"I'm not your best friend?"

"I love you because you are my best friend. But I'm also in love with you and have been for a long time. Practically the first moment I met you. I kissed you that night, not because it was easy or convenient or because I was just horny. You are the person I want to be with. I kissed you because I adore you but before I could tell you that you were out the door saying you just wanted to be friends. So, I resolved for us to just be friends. Then our misunderstanding happened-"

"I'm so sorry about-"

"Shhh. That happened, then you were going on a date with this new guy and I didn't want to stand in the way of your happiness."

"And now?" you ask.

"Now, I'm telling you what I should have said that night before I ever kissed you. I love you. I want to be with you. You're everything to me. Please, doll, please say you'll be mine."

"I'll be yours. I love you, too, Bucky," you pause for a moment, all the doubts and fears pounding in your head, "Are you sure? Are you sure you want me?"

"More than anything. More than anything, doll. And I don't ever want to hear you say you aren't good enough for me again. If anything, it's the other way around. I love you. All of you," Bucky tips your face up and his lips claim yours. Your heart soars as he kisses you with more gentleness than you thought possible.

You smile cheekily as he pulls away, "What do you say we go test my theory?"

Confused, he asks, "Your theory?"

"That we'd have really great sex."

He laughs at your grin and kisses you again, "I say that hypothesis needs thorough experimentation."

You laugh together as he helps you to stand. A second later you gasp when he sweeps you off your feet and carries you down the hall. This wasn't what you thought would happen. After all, fat girls don't get happily ever after, right? Well, fuck that.

Epilogue

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river-mist · 5 years

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Winterveil Gifts - Part Two

Renovations were proceeding, but sometimes Bad just shook his head at himself. It was always much harder work than he’d imagine, every time, and today had been no different. Forcing himself to stop for the night, he fell mercifully into his favorite chair by the hearth. Looking over the stonework idly, he reached for a glass and a bottle of brandy from the small curio beneath the side table. The repairs to the fireplace had been done the first week, and as the warmth of the flames melted the stiffness in his joints, Bad was relieved; that part of the project had been a pain in the ass.

At some point he drifted off, drink half finished, his face turned toward the soft chenille of the chair. Zia would be home sometime that night, and Bad had for once managed a little forethought in that regard. A black box tied with a vermilion ribbon waited on the bed with a note. It read: “Would calligraphy be something you’d want in your art? I know you already have a ton of brushes, so I thought something different might add a new angle to your work. Plus, these are special brushes. Tinker with the tops of them, and you’ll see why. Merry Winterveil Angelface, I love you.”

Nestled in vermilion tissue paper was an ornate case. Within were elegantly crafted calligraphy brushes of several sizes, all painted with detailed scroll work. When Zia inspected the tops of the brushes, he’d find a minute mechanism on each that released a narrow spring blade. Revealing the blade balanced the brush, thereby making it perfect for throwing.

@ziasilverstar

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samyalter354 · 4 years

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Tips to using white flowers for your garden

here’s something to be said for the ethereal beauty and purity of white flowers. They provide contrast to the rich jewel tones of a garden, offer a backdrop for the varying shades of green, and add a subtle glow on a moonlit night. They offer even greater visual impact if you design an entire section of your garden around them, preferably in an area where you sit in the evenings so you can enjoy their luminescence. That's we've rounded up the best white flowers right here.

These pretty white flowers work in a variety of garden and landscape settings. Mix and match them however you prefer, but for more formal gardens, roses, peonies, and gardenias can be the stars. Country or cottage gardens shine with butterfly bushes and containers, hanging baskets, or landscape plantings of trailing flowers, such as bacopa and fan flower. And the sweet scents of alyssum and nemesia are best when placed in containers or hanging pots next to a seating area, or someplace where you can enjoy their delicate fragrances.

Here are 15 of our favorite white flower annuals, perennials, and shrubs to add pale brilliance to any garden. (Don't forget to check out the best types of flowers for your garden too, along with the easiest flowers to grow.) Gardening Tool Set for Mom https://www.justhomegardening.com/best-gardening-tool-set-for-mom-delightful-gift-for-mom-gardener

1 Lily of the Valley Shrub

Like its namesake, these shrubs have showy clusters of bell-shaped flowers that dangle from the arching branches in late winter to early spring. Lily of the valley needs mostly shade.

USDA Hardiness Zones: 6 to 8

Varieties to try:

White Pearl

Tiki

2 Sweet Alyssum

Tiny blooms on this delicate annual beckon to pollinators. Sweet alyssum looks lovely cascading from containers, window boxes, and hanging baskets, or tucked into a rock garden as a flowering ground cover. Sweet alyssum likes full to part sun and will tolerate a light frost, so you'll enjoy abundant flowers all season long.

Varieties to try:

Snow Princess

Blushing Princess

3 Lobelia

Cascading blooms of this annual will fill your planter in cool weather; newer types tolerate more heat, but still don’t bloom best when nighttime temps stay in the 70s. Trim them up in hot weather, and they’ll revive when things cool down. Lobelia prefers part sun or full shade in hot climates. How to Revive An Air Plant https://www.justhomegardening.com/how-to-revive-an-air-plant

Varieties to try:

Laguna White

4 Peony

This shrubby perennial plant with glossy, dark green foliage may require staking to keep its heavy blooms from drooping, but their lush flowers are worth it. The ants which visit the flowers aren’t pests; they’re sipping the nectar. Peonies prefer full sun.

Varieties to try:

Festiva Maxima

Shirley Temple

5 Nemesia

Tons of teeny flowers that resemble baby snapdragons flourish from spring to fall without deadheading (removing spent blooms). This annual tends to do better in pots, though it will tolerate well-drained soils in the garden or in raised beds. Nemesia likes part sun, but does okay in full sun in cooler climates.

Varieties to try:

Sunsatia Coconut

White Knight

6 Petunia

Old varieties of this annual required deadheading to keep blooming, but new hybrids bloom all season without any fussing on your part. Trailing or double varieties are especially lovely in window boxes. Petunias do best in full sun.

Varieties to try:

Blanket Double White

Supertunia White

7 Fan Flower

These annuals are the stars of any low-maintenance garden, as they don’t require deadheading, yet still bloom all summer. Their trailing habit makes them a natural for baskets and window boxes. Fan flowers like full sun. revive air plant https://www.justhomegardening.com/how-to-revive-an-air-plant

Varieties to try:

Whirlwind White

Bondi White

8 Rose

Every garden needs at least one rose; they’re not as fussy as many people believe, and many newer roses have been bred for insect and disease resistance. Shrub varieties have a bushy shape and fill in areas beautifully. Many have gorgeous scents too. Roses bloom best in full sun.

USDA Hardiness Zones: 4 to 11

Varieties to try:

Radwhite

White Drift

9 Gardenia

Glossy green leaves and creamy white flowers highlight this pretty, old-fashioned garden favorite. Most varieties of this shrub bloom from late spring to early summer. Plant them near patios and walkways to enjoy the scent. Gardenias like part shade.

USDA Hardiness Zones: 7 to 10

Varieties to try:

Snowy Girl

August Beauty

10 Bacopa

This trailing annual has tiny, round flowers that seem to thrive on neglect. They bloom all the way until frost and like mostly sun. Varieties to try:

Betty White

Snowstorm Snow Globe

11 Hydrangea

These stunning shrubs range in height from a few feet tall to eight or more feet. The blooms can be tiny like softballs or gigantic like bowling balls. Many types have white to cream-white blooms that last for months. Hydrangeas need sun to bloom best.

Varieties to try:

Bobo

Incrediball

12 Rose of Sharon

When other shrubs are starting to wind down for the season, Rose of Sharon is kicking into high gear in late summer. They work well as a hedge or an accent. New types have a columnar habit, so they take up less space. They need full sun.

Varieties to try:

White Pillar

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13 Angelonia

Some types of this annual, also known as summer snapdragon, cascade, while others have an upright form. They look amazing starring alone in a container, but they also play well with others in mixed containers. Angelonia prefers sun.

Varieties to try:

Angelface Cascade White

Angelface Superwhite

14 Moonflower

As the name indicates, these vining annuals bloom at night and stay open until dawn! Mix them in with morning glories for daytime blooms. They do best in the ground, not pots, and prefer full sun.

15 Butterfly Bush

These shrubs really do attract pollinators, so you'll enjoy blooms and butterflies all at once! This plant ranges in size from two to eight feet tall, so read the label. Prefers full sun.

USDA Hardiness Zones: 5 to 9

Varieties to try:

Inspired White

Miss Pearl

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love-toxin · 1 year

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I loved your fruity four x plus size!angelface, I rarely ever can find plus size reader works so I always get a little emotional when I do 😭😭 Do you think you would ever write bully!eddie or steve x plus size reader? I love your writing 🥺💛

TY!!!! I LOVE UR BRAIN <333

(cws: bully!eddie, gn!plussize!angelface, bullying, size insecurity/self-esteem issues, fluff and a little hint of spice.)

Eddie Munson is not a nice guy.

He's cruel, rude, and crude. He's filled with mockery and not-so-playful jabs, intimidation, provocation, fury, and he's so hard to get along with or even stand that you truly have no idea how he gets or keeps any of his friends. There's quite a few targets he sets his eyes on, mostly the jocks and preps and know-it-alls that throw his freak-ness in his face, but you're the one he sets his sights on the most. You don't have those big friend groups to disappear inside of, though, those alike people to back you up when you get dogpiled. Actually, you often feel like everybody's punching bag, because while nobody goes out of their way to terrorize you as much as Eddie, they don't regard you with kindness or respect--only pity and disgust, primarily for your looks. You try to be nice enough and quiet enough to not give them any other reason aside from that.

But even so, and even though Eddie's your biggest bully of all of them, there's one thing they giggle and patronize you about that Eddie never has, and that's your size.

Sure, he'll call you dumb, and he'll jeer at you for being so meek, and for never talking back. But he's never once degraded you on your weight aside from those similar comments; "Look at those big doe eyes, you're so pathetic" or "Gonna cry? Show me how miserable you look with tears running down your face" or even "You look like such a bimbo with that outfit, you think you're gonna get out of this by giving me a peek?"

And as much of an asshole as he is, it....those comments, they stir something up inside you. You've never really felt wanted, you've never felt desired or even seen yourself as a possibility for someone to be attracted to. You feel more like a fixture in every room you occupy, like an extra in a movie that only briefly passes by the screen. You're not used to being seen as a romantic object, a sexual object, and by the way Eddie teases you and gropes you you feel like that's what you are. You know there's no force on earth that would ever cause him to actually like you in that way, and he might be the only one who even shows that desire whether it's all fake or not, but even so it's really the only reason you don't make a point of avoiding him completely or getting someone involved to make him stop. It's fucking pathetic, letting your bully do whatever he wants to you just cause he's showing you the smallest hint of affection, but you just can't bring yourself to make it all go away. It isn't until you spend the holidays away from each other and come back for the second semester that you realize you're in love, and that reality is even worse and harder to contend with as you hear Eddie approaching you as you stand at your open locker. It's the first day back from winter break, and you know he's missed pushing around his favourite punching bag--which explains the rather violent slam of his fist against the locker next to your head, eliciting a shriek and a startled jump where you stand at the noise ringing in your ears.

"Missed me, crybaby?" You turn on a dime and catch his smirk, teeth glittering under the warm fluorescents and his arm still extended up to cage you between his body and your locker. It would be a wonder he didn't just shove you into it, if yours wasn't one of those half-lockers perched on the top half. Tongue bitten almost in two as you try to ignore the waft of his cologne--it must be new, it smells earthy and divine--you shake your head, and Eddie just chuckles in that low, deep, sultry tone.

"I think you did. I think you're lying to me." He murmurs, backing you up even further as he leans in, his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum as he shuffles forward so your whole world is blocked out by Eddie. "I missed you."

Those words did not come out the way he intended, you're sure of it--but he's still grinning, and he licks his lips, and the thing you've been sitting on for weeks wondering if you were an idiot for getting it in the first place just...comes tumbling out.

"I-I got you a gift," You babble, quietly, hoping nobody else milling about the hallway hears. Honestly you're half-hoping Eddie himself mishears it, so you don't have to deal with the aftermath of the mistake you're sure you've made. But he does, because his smile doesn't disappear, and he raises an eyebrow with curiosity clearly etched into his brown eyes. So, using the space you do have between you, you turn and fumble with the books sitting in your locker until you manage to pry out the thin, square-shaped box you'd wrapped and turn back to hold it out to him.

Eddie says nothing at first, just looks between you and the present as if it's some kind of joke. Maybe he's gonna slap it out of your hands and laugh when it goes flying down the hallway. Before much longer though, he stands back, and somewhat gingerly takes the gift from your hands and tears through the wrapping with a rough, blunt-nailed finger. You backpedal a bit with an "I'm sorry if you hate it" before he manages to pull the top off, but when he does, and his eyes widen, he looks back at you with a furrowed brow and an accusatory question.

"Why the fuck did you buy this?"

Oh, god. Damage control time--if you don't pull off this explanation, you can feel that you're gonna be in for a new brand of misery. Your words start rocketing out on top of each other at high velocity, until you're just spilling your guts out to him with a fearful tremor in your voice.

"I-I just saw it and I thought--I thought of you, of your music, and I thought you'd like it, cause you like Metallica, you know? And-"

"No, why did you buy this for me?" You're not too sure how to answer that, clamming up for a moment or two as his eyes dart back down to the tape. It's Metallica's newest album, the same one you've heard Eddie talking nonstop to his friends about at their table during lunch--you had to get it from a Sam Goody out of town, which is even more pathetic that you drove all the way there to get it, but....you couldn't find it in Hawkins, and it's the one thing you knew he wanted so badly. "This shit is expensive." He mutters, fingers grazing the plastic cover, brown eyes mesmerized by the track list on the sticker.

"Because, I....I don't know," You lie through your teeth, that familiar feeling of oncoming tears creeping up alongside the lump in your throat. You don't want to cry, don't want to make a scene in public and draw attention, but you feel like you might. "Please don't break it. I'm sorry."

"Shut up."

He scoffs, and you flinch at him slamming the top of the gift box back on so it's sealed again, like it was never open in the first place. Now you know he's gonna throw it--but you're proven wrong, as he crumples up the ball of wrapping paper and tosses it into your open locker behind you, before opening his jacket and sliding the present inside to pat it into place. So it doesn't fall out, secured by the wide inner pocket.

".....Take this." Huffing again, he reaches up to his neck and tugs off his necklace with a snap, the clasp coming apart but clicking back into place when his hands slide around your neck, and you realize he's affixing his most treasured pick necklace around your throat. When he's made sure it's secured in that incomprehensibly tender gesture, one so sweet that you expected to only see it in movies and not real life, Eddie's fingertips ghost over your skin and he pulls the pick down so it's laid out front and centre against your collarbone.

"I-Isn't this important, Eddie? I don't wanna lose it, or-"

"Then don't fucking lose it. Keep it around your neck all the time." He snarls, his hand quickly shooting up to grab your chin, and he forces you to look at him with those sensitive, pretty eyes before his cheek brushes past yours.

"Don't even take it off when you rub one out," He whispers, finally grinning while his tongue darts forth to lick at the shell of your ear, which sends shivers pulsing through your shaking body. "Keep it on when you're moaning my name. Bite down on it to keep quiet."

"Eddie-"

"Just wear it." He spits, watching with a tidy smirk as you shrink down at the strength of his command. "I wanna see teeth marks in that thing by tomorrow. I'll enjoy your tape the same way." He flicks your nose, and then he's meandering off, taking with him that heady, spice-filled scent that had overwhelmed your senses completely. The image of Eddie jerking himself off as he listened to the album you bought him will definitely be the background of your daydreams all day today, but even moreso will be the thought of what your task will be when you finally get home.

#eddie munson #eddie's angelface #eddie munson x reader #bully!eddie munson #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #leahthesith #anons #plus size!angelface

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It's nice to know that even Bully!Eddie has lines he won't cross. As a plus sized person, if Eddie said anything mean about my weight I probably would just run out to the school roof and sob. I'm very good at getting into places no one can get into, so the roof is a good private crying spot.

honestly, one of the reasons bully!Eddie doesn't tease you about that is cause.....he can't fathom how it would hurt you? well, he can, but he just likes the way you look at your size, and he sees it as less of something extra and just something that's cute about you. it's kinda like the colour of your hair or the tone of your skin--he never looks at you and thinks "oh, they'd be prettier if they just lost weight" or something along those lines, cause he doesn't really think about what you might look like if you lost or gained anything, just how you look in the moment. he doesn't really notice, to be honest, people he knows or his friends will make a comment about how they put on some pounds over the holidays, or lost a couple pounds with some new cleanse, and he'll just nod his head cause he seriously can't tell the difference.

that's why he doesn't bully you about it. it would be like bullying somebody for having brown hair or freckles or something--what's the point? why would that garner any reaction? where's the entertainment? it's much more fun to call you dumb or a crybaby or a slut and watch you wring your hands and rub those chubby thighs together as you squirm. it hasn't occurred to him that maybe he's just a terrible bully who likes the person he's terrorizing more than actually terrorizing them. besides, he doesn't get that same wicked glee out of your face falling when someone else mocks you about your weight--that reaction just gives him a sick feeling, it makes him angry, and you can bet he'll be climbing up right after you when you disappear to the roof for a good cry, grumbling to himself before he plops down beside you and waits in silence for you to calm down. when you're done sobbing and venting out whatever you need to get out, Eddie will just offer you a cigarette and let you cool off, while he makes a list of all the lockers he's gonna be filling with unmentionable horrors as payback the next day.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #bully!eddie munson #st 4 #stranger things #plus size!angelface #ellie writes #anons

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love-toxin · 1 year

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what about a fruity 4 x a plush size angelface?

muahahahaha!!!! i cannot be contained!!!!

(cws: f!plus size!angelface, fruity four, a lil size insecurity, the spice™️, breeding, facesitting, tribbing, fluff and smut.)

more of you to love! but for real though, you'll have a group of vultures to contend with. sometimes you wonder if there's anything that goes through Steve and Robin's heads other than ass ass boobs thighs tits ass. Eddie is at least a little more cultured about it, has a little more finesse--he often hits you with the "where'd a sexy, curvy girl like you come from, huh sweetheart? did heaven decide to bless me with an angel today?" rather than just ogling you like a hound (although he definitely does do some ogling). and Nancy's usually rolling her eyes at their antics, choosing instead to ensure you get enough compliments on your personality rather than just your figure. she doesn't wanna be lumped in with the rest of those little pervs you call your partners--although to say she doesn't enjoy the way you fit in some of the clothes she buys you is an understatement at least.

aside from the obvious physical attraction, though, they absolutely adore you as a person, and despite their love for you they aren't ignorant to your own insecurities and the ones that people like to push on you. they're like a group of guard dogs--always looking out for you and getting a kick out of being your protectors. you can be sure any hurtful comments will be met with proper retaliation, whether it's malicious or just ignorant. that includes family members too! Eddie's especially not afraid to make an enemy of any grammas or aunties or parents or snot-nosed siblings, if they start spewing a load of shit about his precious angel.

Steve and Robin were the first ones to really fall for you, the two of them looking forward to your visits to Family Video, when they would both try their best to appeal to you and quietly squabble between themselves as soon as you had left. Robin would argue that they should recommend a romance movie next time you're in, while Steve wants a very specific action-comedy with a dashing protagonist that he swears looks just like him. but those disagreements go from relatively benign chatter to something deeper very quickly, heading towards conversations like "do you think she likes girls?" and "maybe we could ask her out" and the ever-popular "god, if she thinks we're freaks, I'll have to find a new job and hide in a cave forever."

once your presence was made known to Eddie and Nancy, though, and they made a point to show up at the video store when the others knew you'd be there so they could meet you, it was practically love at first sight. you smile as soon as you see them, you know their names because you're such a good listener even when Robin's rambling off-topic, and you're so friendly and nice, you don't even flinch at standing face-to-face with Hawkin's most notorious freak. you compliment his jacket, tell Nancy she's even prettier than the other two described her, and they're just hooked. they watch you duck into the aisle to grab a new tape with Robin on your heels to give you recommendations, and the three of them bow their heads together to whisper amongst themselves. making plans, hopeful that they can snatch you up and make you theirs--because you deserve to be treated so well, and they want to be the ones to do that spoiling more than anything else.

you'd count yourself lucky that they tried so hard and didn't give up the fight to make you theirs, but honestly they wouldn't have ceased unless and until you made it clear you didn't want them at all. and you're so gentle and cuddly and sweet that they just couldn't not fall for you, you're such a babygirl and they spend so much time vying for your attention, sometimes you wonder whether you've got some kind of hormone radiating off of you that makes them stick to you like glue. which, of course, also translates to the intimate parts of your collective relationship.

Eddie's biggest love for you is your tummy rolls, god, the tummy rolls. so fucking cute when you bend over, when he can see them through your clothes or he gets a peek underneath if your shirt's especially baggy--and even cuter when he's bending your legs back and folding you in half, his hips meeting yours and nearly crushing you as his mind whites out with pleasure. if not for his promise to pull out, he'd probably forget, but it's almost better than cumming inside you when he pulls out and shoots his load off all over your belly, soft skin jerking as the heat splatters all over it and you sigh with pleasured relief at the feeling. absolutely glorious every single time, it never gets old.

Steve's heavily preoccupied with the thought of "dear god, that's a belly I wanna put a baby into." more often than not. whether you want to or not, or whether you can or not, it's not like that desire rests entirely on actually producing a baby--he just loves the thought of it, loves the idea of pressing you down into his bed and breeding you, of feeling your soft rolls against his fuzzy chest and thighs as he pounds you til your eyes roll back while folding you in a mating press. and when he's done there, he'll flip you over and do it all again from behind, your hair tugged back in his fist and your ass rippling with every hard thrust as he feels those words "I love you" bubbling up in his throat the closer he gets to spilling himself inside you again.

Robin just wants you to sit on her face, sit on her face please god just let her suffocate underneath you--no, there's no weight limit, and there's no need to worry about hurting her because she promises you'll have a way to communicate without using her words. when you do end up shyly straddling her head, folds all puffy and glistening from Robin dragging her fingers through them, she's sure there's never been a moment in her life she's been more overcome with anticipation. and when she finally pulls your hips down and hears that squeaky "ah!" when her tongue meets your slit, her life is pretty much complete as she goes to work on licking you out until you've totally drenched her just like she wanted.

Nancy has very specific tastes, herself. obviously she also wants a chance at being smothered between those legs, but she's also got other motivations--primarily the thought of laying you down and riding those beautiful hips into ecstasy, each of your clits grinding up against each other so she can watch that pretty face twist up in pleasured agony as she drags out your orgasms. she loves the feeling of your chubby thighs pressing against her on either side, the soft jiggle of your tits and your tummy as she rides you, it just highlights all your best features and makes it so easy to watch you cum when you can't take any more. and, of course, seeing you pout and whine when she denies you your end, getting you so close to cumming and making you so wet only to sit back and listen to you beg for her to finish. it's just perfection.

and regardless of what they love about you intimately, they love you so much more. they love your smile and your sweetness and your attitude, they melt when you're nice to them and end up kissing you when you're annoyed, because you're just too pretty to resist. you can get whatever you want if you ever dare to ask and you can calm them down when they're upset so easily. even if they're angry at you, you can just yank up your top and flash them and suddenly whatever they were mad about they just magically forget. they love to see you have confidence, but they're not disappointed or annoyed when it comes time to reassure you--they like to do it! because it's an opportunity for them to run through all the things they love about you and remind you that you're theirs, you're theirs and you're loved and it doesn't matter what anyone else says about them or you. if you love yourself, that's awesome, and if you don't like the way you look, that's okay, too. that means they just get a little extra challenge to make you believe it, and they'll be damned if they lose that battle.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #eddie's angelface #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Angelface who gets herself ‘stuck’ in places, so pornstar!steve not only has a nice surprise but gets something good to film <3

im so normal about this i swear

(cws: pornstar!daddy dom!steve, f!plus size!angelface, modern au, stuckage, breeding, loud sex, creampie, daddy kink, a bit of roleplay, steve's a chubby chaser.)

Just a little more wiggling, and--

"There!"

You giggle to yourself, proud of your handiwork as you slide yourself right through the space between the two shelves on the empty bookcase. Steve had bought it as an indulgent IKEA purchase last time you were there, and though he'd put it together as diligently as he's built nearly all the other furniture in your new apartment, it has yet to be filled with books or records or anything else you wanna fill it with, thus it's sat empty in your living room for a month or two at least.

Perfect for your purposes. With Steve raking in most of the money with his rather lucrative business, he's given you free reign to do pretty much whatever you fancy--so, as payment for taking you on trips and giving you gifts and just generally being the best boyfriend in the world, you figure it's the least you can do to help him with some.....content.

Right on time as you call his name, Steve's footsteps come thundering down the hall to respond to your pleas for help, an inquisitive "oh?" burning your face with warmth as you rub your thighs together at the sound of his voice. It always gets low like that when he sees something he likes, and your beautifully round ass hanging out in plain view as you're bent inside the shelf is one of his favourites, especially with those pudgy thigh-high clad legs brought up so you're kneeling on the carpet, too.

Tap, tap, tap tap. Click. You know the sounds of Steve unlocking his phone, and you smile to yourself out of sight as he draws closer, and you know he's got his camera up.

"Reaching for something back there, baby?" He queries, and you can feel that chuckle when you whine and make a show of kicking your feet, toes pushing against the rug and pulling those socks taut around your skin just like he likes it.

"I'm stuck! Please, help me, daddy...." You make sure to do a little wiggling too, just to taunt him that much more. Steve loves your figure, you know that, and it's funny cause almost all his movies and even the casual content he posts to social media--purely the videos he does in collaboration with other pornstars--features primarily smaller women, skinny girls, petite girls, that sort of thing. It's not like he hates working with thin people, not at all, he can get off just fine either way. He's definitely the type that isn't picky, considering he's even tried out some stuff with other guys for a couple promo videos, and he thoroughly enjoyed it in that surprisingly innocent way. "It's guy time, baby!" He'd tease you, showing off his favourite scenes because he was proud, and cause he was hoping you'd get a little excited seeing him get his face cummed all over.

But something about your chubby thighs, your tummy, your boobs, your arms, your back, your hips--it just drives him crazy in a way that he doesn't really show in his other videos. And that's why the few that he's posted with you as his co-star end up doing so well, whether other people like your figure or not. Their opinions don't really matter, after all--cause Steve just loses his mind when you put on a show for him, he goes feral whenever he fucks you, and in the end he usually forgets the camera's even there when he gets wrapped up in making you cum your brains out.

"Aww, poor thing. Trapped just for me?" He slaps your hip, watching with rapt attention as your ass ripples and you squeak in response, already unable to keep your whines back when he starts massaging those soft cheeks through your thin shorts. "That's too bad, bubbles. You know how daddy gets when you bend over like this." You can hear him getting on his knees behind you, his hand possessively refusing to leave your skin even as he's moving around to get comfortable.

"Look at that. Already got daddy excited," He breathes, his hard cock straining his sweatpants and nestling right up against your cunt--begging to be let in even through the layers of fabric that separate you two. "Sorry, honey, you're just too cute for daddy to resist."

He tears those shorts down your legs, making a show of ripping them right off your body with only one hand available. But he leaves your panties, dirties them with a bit of your wetness as he rubs his fingertips up and down your slit over them, before tugging them aside so they're out of the way. "Never get tired of this view," Steve sighs, stroking your folds delicately with his thumb as he holds your panties in place, and groaning as he watches you tremble and leak all down his palm.

"Need my cock, baby? Want daddy to fill you up?" Those words dizzy you, and you push your hips back as far as they'll go for his thumb to dip inside you, earning yourself a groan from your boyfriend and a pleasant shiver up your back.

"Need it, daddy, need daddy to breed me..." For that needy plea, you're rewarded with another hard slap.

"That's my good fuckin' girl. Honest girls get all the cum they can take, don't they, bubbles?" With one quick shup and the sound of his sweats being slid down and kicked off each leg, Steve's cock is freed and bounces softly for the camera, before he aims his phone down and moans out your nickname again as he slowly starts pressing himself inside. Wet, soft, warm--you're so easy to enter, but you're always impossible to leave.

"Fuck--breed you so much, n' you're still so tight-" Steve gasps as he breaches a deeper spot, watching intently as inches upon inches disappear inside you, all while your girlish cries serenade him in the background of his slick cock spreading you open. "Show daddy's fans how good you take me, how tight your pussy stretches just to fit my fat fucking dick--fuck, show em how much you love your daddy." He babbles, high off the clench of your cunt as he starts off hard, and plows you into the wobbling shelf at a pace that he knows you're gonna love. He grabs the top of it with one hand, bicep flexing as he grips the wood paneling and films your ass buckling under his rough thrusts.

"Shit....m' addicted to this pussy..." Steve grunts out in a low rumble, voice coming off even deeper in the recording. It's one of the things he's fawned over for, and rightfully so. "Need a mouthful of it when I'm done barebacking you, sweet girl. Gotta taste you, gonna lick up my cum when it's all mixed with yours."

"Daddy!" You shriek as he suddenly fucks you faster, a surge of energy flowing through him when he watches how hard your ass is jiggling as it meets his hips. It's an endless rhythm, a clapping sound that he gets so high off of and could serve as a drug for him all on its own.

"That's right, baby. Say my name. Let em know I'm slamming your guts into fucking paste right now." Another spank comes down on you, followed by a rough grope of your ass with his newly-freed hand. "My thick little princess--my princess, got that? My chubby little bunny with her pretty little pussy, it's all mine."

You're babbling now, tummy filled with heat and butterflies and your head going white as Steve rumbles that dirty talk loud enough for you to hear. A chorus of his name and please and more get lost in your own moans and in Steve's, but your voice jerks out harder when he hits you over the cheeks again, smacking each one individually before reaching around you to stroke feverishly at your clit.

"Louder!"

Your desperate scream of his title melds with a sob that's already halfway out, throat growing hoarse as Steve pounds the breath out of your lungs and the tears springing from your eyes.

"That's my good fucking girl!" He yells right back, laughing with that sexy smugness as he throws his head back, that makes your brain go blank and your cunt cling to him on every thrust like it never wants him to pull out. "Show the world you're daddy's fucking princess, baby--cum on daddy's cock for all these pervs to stroke themselves off to it. Wishing they could fuck you like I do."

With the skilled hand of a professional entertainer, he effortlessly slides his phone underneath you two, giving the audience the perfect view of his balls beating your clit raw and your tummy rippling with the weight of his thrusts. All that's showing from the edge of the shelf are your thick thighs, your cunt, and your hips--some of Steve's favourite parts of you for his hands to roam possessively over.

"Drain these fucking balls, princess. Take it from daddy--you've been a good girl, take what you want. Take it." Steve's moans rattle you to the core, deep and rumbly and low and sexy as he pumps you so full it hurts, the softest parts of you aching as he fucks you so deep he's practically begging your womb to open so he can pound it into submission.

"Daddy! Daddy, da--f-fuck, Steve! Stevie, I'm cumming-!" You should've known that by offering this chance, you'd be paying for it before you know what's happening--and while you're definitely not gonna be on steady feet tomorrow, the blinding flash of white-hot pleasure melting your mind is completely worth it, and so is the intensity that floods through your boyfriend as Steve shudders at the feeling of you cumming around him. It's all he needs to finish cause pleasing his girl is always enough to get him there, and lucky for you, the gloriously hazy glow that comes as you ride out your end totally numbs the roughness of those last few thrusts that Steve pumps out before he's creaming you til you're completely full.

"Ohhhhh, fuck..." He drawls out, watching intently as you quiver and your pussy still flutters around his cock buried inside you. Pump after pump after pump, he watches with an open mouth and hitched breath as you milk him with each spasm of your soft walls, his cum slowly starting to dribble down your mound once he pulls out and your pussy struggles to readjust to the empty space. With a swipe of his fingers up your parted slit, he huffs out an awed breath before bringing his cum-sticky fingers to his mouth to taste you. It's so pretty, you're so pretty.

"Oh, look at that....you stay right there, bubbles. Daddy'll get you a pillow for those sore knees."

"N-Nooo....don't go...." You reach around for him in a gently growing panic, only for your boyfriend to capture your hand in his effortlessly warm one and stroke it with so much affection, so much tenderness. You feel him lean over you, reaching down for his phone to fumble with it, before there's a soft beep that signals the recording has ended and he breathes a sigh of relaxation.

"Here, camera's off, baby. You did so good for me. C'mere," He makes short work of pulling you gently out from where you've been stuck, the shelf a little more wobbly but he catches it with his hand, and makes sure you're all the way out before he lets it go. "Was it all okay? Did you have fun?" You nod in response, enjoying how warm his arms around you are and nuzzling into his bicep. "Didn't mind my dirty talk?"

"I love your dirty talk," You giggle, finally taking a deep breath and letting it go with a little sigh of pleasure.

"I'm glad." He smiles down at you, cradling you in his arms like he loves to do after any good session, no matter how gentle or rough it gets. "Y'know, doing this stuff with you....it always makes me realize how grateful I am to have you."

"Why?" You loll your head about, enjoying the heated warmth of Steve's body as he shifts to sit cross-legged, all while manhandling you carefully to keep you propped up and comfy in his lap.

"Well, when I'm working, or when we're in between shoots, I always think of you. When you're not there, I just wish so badly that you were--I just spend my whole break thinking about reading with you, or hearing you talk about your shows, or playing those terrible, terrible rounds of Mario Kart--"

"-Not my fault you suck, Stevie!" He laughs with his whole chest, the tender affirmations losing any stiff sense of tension when you can both let yourselves giggle over it. You love him so much, and you've heard those glorious words spoken on repeat--yet they never get old or stale, and they never lose the sincerity that he always manages to speak with whenever he's professing his love. Steve is just perfect, he's just.....he's Steve. "I don't care. I love watching you play, and I love that grin on your face when you smoke my ass out." He grazes your sides with his fingertips and sticks his tongue out when you bat them away, knowing he'll tickle you into a stupor if you let him get away with it. But it melts into a soft kiss that steals the rest of your breath away, his hand cradling the back of your head to keep you there and give you all his love, every iota of it poured into that one kiss that he could give you again a thousand times over.

"Well, looks like I've got a video to edit tonight." He puffs once he finally manages to break away, fingers threading through your hair to rub comforting little circles into the back of your neck. "You wanna sit in my lap while I work, bunny?"

"Clothes, or no clothes?" You tease, walking your fingers up that broad, hairy, manly chest.

"Whatever you want, bubbles. Might have to take a break or two to bend you over the desk, though." Steve whispers back, and suddenly you're in a fit of giggles again as he finally succeeds in tickling you, and brings you to the floor in a bout of laughter so he can make that pretty mouth smile so much more as he kisses away any inkling of that post-coital slump. It's never really a down when Steve's the one soothing you, anyways--and you're certain it never will be.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #spicy accountant au #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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love-toxin · 1 year

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I am verrryyy interested in that horny hellcheer vampire AU, Ellie.

GIMME THE DEETS!!!!

>:)

(cws: vampire!hellcheer, f!angelface, post-s4, kidnapping, kinda yandere, friends to lovers, facesitting, f on f oral, size kink, breeding, tribbing, heavy blood kink and injury imagery, blood drinking, messy sex, tit sucking/lactation mention, threesomes.)

For one, both Eddie and Chrissy are still....kind of....alive in the Upside Down. It's been awhile since Vecna's been subdued so he doesn't pose much of a problem, and in fact, after the two of them had reunited they'd scoped out a home nearby--a big, sprawling mansion that they've carefully plucked through and cleaned up to make their own. It's three stories with slanted, black roofs and plenty of ornate rooms, with tall windows and a gothic structure that just tickles Eddie's fancy to the max. It's more intact than others they've come across too, and it's got dark-coloured furniture in soft blacks and vibrant wine red that just pull the whole place together, plus a fireplace in the living room! Those awful, root-like tendrils are dragged out or snipped away, the doors are fixed, the windows painstakingly replaced, and they even get lights working and candles so it seems a little less dark and dreary. Before long, they take up in it long enough that it provides some kind of warmth, and serves as a bubble protected from the danger and chilling duskiness of this other world.

But even though they can call it home, and they can cozy up next to each other as much as they want, there's something missing. There's some kind of void they wish to fill. They just can't put their pale fingers on it until they enter into the Right Side Up to do a little hunting for the cool season, since food is fairly scarce on the other side. It's hard to tell how much time has passed in the Upside Down, but when they stumble across you trudging through the snow in the woods, you don't look any different than when they knew you in life--just tired, but still beautiful. It's not even a question then, there's no debate; Chrissy and Eddie grab you and take you back to their world, too busy with gleefully snuggling you and kissing your face to be bothered by your kicking and frightened screaming. It's only until you punch Eddie and send him flying that they realize they're still in bat form, as it makes it easier for them to traverse Hawkins undetected, and they both transform to their normal selves before you can go running and crying back through the portal.

Yes, it's technically kidnapping, but once they have you sat in their living room next to the fire, a blanket wrapped round your shoulders, you're so happy to see them in the flesh. You seem so shocked when they casually mention their love for you, that they want you to stay with them from now on. But you find yourself agreeing, willing to do anything so long as you don't lose them again, and they just love that unquestionable devotion. But they would never take advantage of that, oh no--they hold each other to that promise secretly, that they won't use your sweet, people-pleaser attitude for their own satisfaction, not at all! No matter how easy you make it, or how much you want it....

That lasts for about a couple days into you living with them. Without much else to do, you've taken the task of cleaning up, even donning the cutesy dress Eddie had brought home pseudo-jokingly to fill your part as the maid. Even then, Eddie had seriously questioned whether or not you were teasing him intentionally--hiking up your skirt and wearing those thigh-highs when you know he's standing right behind you, and you never seem surprised when he makes himself known. Quite interesting indeed.

Unsurprisingly, Chrissy's the one that breaks first. Eddie finds out when he comes back from a perimeter check, and stumbles upon his partner riding your face on the living room floor. He's caught her before with her hand down her skirt as she watches you dust, but that's been relatively secret and easy to hide from you. He does it too, anyways, so it's not such a big deal. But Eddie's surprised not by Chrissy's wine-red face as she humps your mouth, but the sight of your nails dug into her milky thighs as you yank her back down and bury your face between them even deeper. Neither of them had wanted to rush you into something serious and scare you away, but when that happens, it seems to dawn on Eddie that maybe they were the ones missing all the signs themselves.

And that's how your relationship really started. Now, it's much more....intense. With free time aplenty and few responsibilities aside from getting blood and food and other mortal necessities for you, all three of you have plenty of opportunities to make the most of your quality time together. With their vampire traits, it makes it even better; Eddie can just keep going and going and going, breeding you over and over again until you're the one tapping out, because one more orgasm will have you passing out. And Chrissy's so strong, she can lift you even with that tiny frame and pin you down like you weigh absolutely nothing against her. Throw you around on the couches and the bed and the floor, whenever and wherever she feels like biting into her little maid and rewarding you for letting her suck a little bit out of you.

That happens quite frequently, too. Those times are more performative, they don't drink as much as they would from you since they want you to last--but they just make those little punctures on your neck and your wrist, and when the sting has subsided, they smear your delicious blood over your skin and let it drip all over their bodies. Chrissy usually latches herself to your tits, rubbing them with soft hands and letting them slide with the slickness of your own blood, just making the whole process messy and sticky and delectable. You'd think she's trying to get milk out of you with how hard she sucks on them, soothing those sore nipples with gentle laps of her tongue when she makes it hurt. And Eddie loves the show of watching you get covered with a sheen of your own blood, when he's too hard not to just be a voyeur any longer, he just goes animalistic once he's inside you. He absolutely has his way with you, your poor, precious human cunt stretched to the limit by how swollen you never realized Eddie could get when he's aroused--it feels like he might tear you apart with how stiff and how huge he feels against your walls. He batters your poor womb with thrusts like a madman, pulling your legs round his waist and daring you to give up and tell him to breed you. While she's still on top, Chrissy pulls your wrist down and coaxes more blood to drip on to his cock as he pulls out, lubing it up for him and sharing a coppery-tasting kiss before he starts fucking you ruthlessly again.

Only then does he get the idea to make it even messier, to nuzzle Chrissy's head aside and sink his teeth into the softest part of her neck, knowing full well how wet it makes her and that her cunt's drooling all over your stomach as she straddles you. He grabs her hair and guides her to bite him back, the deep indent of her fangs in his throat feeling like a drug as he throws his head back and cums right then and there. It's magical, glorious--and Eddie doesn't stop, of course he doesn't stop. He doesn't have to and doesn't even have to slow down for that matter, he just keeps hammering into you even when you're cumming and squealing and clenching around him as the blood loss and the ecstasy start making you dizzy. There's blood pouring down Eddie's chest and spilling out of Chrissy's mouth, the two of them absolutely high and drunk on bloodlust as they both keep humping you--Chrissy in a much more aimless manner, she just keeps dragging her puffy, slick-soaked folds up and down your belly until Eddie yanks her hips back, and settles her down to grind her clit right up against yours. And she can feel the vibrations from Eddie's thrusts as well as his belly as it slaps into her from behind, quickly gathering up a sticky patch of her arousal as he unintentionally helps get her off too. It's a bloody, sweaty, cum-sticky mess when their hunger turns to lust, and it solidifies that possession over you that they feel getting stronger day by day.

You're theirs, only theirs--theirs to kiss, to fuck, to breed, to feed from, and to mate with for life. You're theirs forever, and no force on heaven, earth, or whatever hellscape they live in could tear you from their undead grasp.

#hellcheer #hellcheer x reader #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #eddie's angelface #vampire!eddie munson #vampire!chrissy cunningham #vampire au #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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i’m kissing you with tongue in thanks of your plus size fics!!! tribbing with nancy???? the thought of feeling steve’s chest hair as he presses you into the mattress and fucks a baby into you nice and deep???? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫feeling WAY too feral. then the bully eddie one you just posted???? him telling her to bite down on his necklace while rubbing one out???? i think you’re actually trying to kill me. also thinking about eddie riding plus size angelface’s strap and i need to lay down. - @bloodandtime <3

heheh.....heh.....ur just giving me ideas out here.....

(cws: f!plus size!angelface, kinda subby worshipper eddie, pegging, rimming, fingering, body worship, mommy kink)

You've ventured into fingering him, even into eating him out, but when Eddie's faced with you sat on his bed with your legs spread, it's a whole other beast for him to contend with. Even though you look so sweet and touch him so gentle when you reach out for his hand, and lock your pinky with his.

"C'mere, baby."

Baby. It still shakes him to his core, that word. Never in his life would he think that Eddie Munson, notorious freak of the backwoods trailer park, would ever be somebody's baby. Least of all you.

Just look at you. Sitting back against the wall with one leg hanging over the side of his bed, while the other stretches out to toe at the sheets he'd just replaced so they'd be nice and fresh for you. You've got such a darling smile and you're like....you've got the personality of a mom, almost, that's how he feels. Tender, sensitive, and open, you give everyone a listening ear and you laugh in such a cheery way that anybody in their right mind would feel their day getting better upon hearing it. You care for him so much that you treat him like he's worth more than he is, like he's a prince that deserves kindness and sweetness and love that he's only ever grasped miniscule moments of before they slip away. With you, he gets that feeling all the time, and maybe someday soon he'll realize that it's just cause he's been in love with you since the day you met.

For now, though, he follows your lead and brings his legs up to kneel on his own bed, eyes drawing down towards your bare skin that's all exposed for his pleasure. You seem intent on hiding it or at least minimizing it much of the time, but glory's sakes he can't believe you don't just show it all off all the time, because you're so goddamn gorgeous. Smooth skin and full tits and thighs that he loves seeing squish together, a pudgy tummy with the prettiest array of little zigzag lines across it with chubby cheeks to match--you're like a fireworks display, you're always impressive and he finds renewed appreciation for you every time he sees you this way. It always makes his heart flutter when he does, and when he sits himself between your legs he feels that same thudding in his chest. Although that could be because he's got a look at what you're packing, which is probably a six or seven inch strap that's coloured a pretty, pale red. The black harness digs into your chubby hips and just accentuates your curves that much more, and while he's making a point to try and suck the drool back at the sight of you, he's also feeling so dizzy in the head that he might just collapse.

It's a little ironic, considering you've just spent the last hour or so with your head between his own legs--his cock is still puffy and aching from being played with, and yet he's loose and slick and prepared from you fingering him and licking him open. He should be ready as you guide him by the hips to straddle you, and yet he's still feeling nervous. Self-conscious might be the right word. But when you ask him in that sweet, tender voice if he's ready and if he's okay to keep going, he answers you not just with a bitten lip and a nod, but with his hips descending further until he feels the tip catch against his rim. He doesn't even let himself think twice about it, just starts sinking down and lets a gasp rip out of him when you hit something very soft and sensitive.

"Mnh-!" That moan is so embarrassing, but not as much as the way he jerks forward and collapses into your shoulders, arms loosely wrapped round your head to pin you to his chest as your cock keeps stretching him out. It burns so good, so good, he wants more but he wants to slow down but he wants more of you. His thighs are shaking as he holds himself up, but when his back starts to arch at the feeling of your tongue lapping up at his nipple, Eddie can sense that he's easing up and it gets much easier to work that next inch or two down to the hilt.

"Fuck me," He groans into your hair, and you tilt your head back to look up at him, lips still sealed around his peachy, sensitive bud until you pull off with a pop. His fingers card through your locks until he manages to grip your face between his hands, and he grunts into an open-mouthed kiss before he finally puffs out his request again. "God, just fucking fuck the shit out of me,"

His begging is so cute, so sweet. He doesn't even know how hard his weight is grinding the base of your strap against your clit, how you can feel how tight he is just by the resistance of the toy as you pull away a bit just to thrust right back up. And when you do, and Eddie throws his head back on instinct to send those curls flying, you get quite the reward in the form of a loud, pleading yelp.

"Mommy!" Eddie cries out, the word drawling down into a constant whine as you start bucking your hips in a frenzy. No more adjusting, no more getting used to the odd sensations--you don't give him even a second to think twice about letting that slip, and your fingers wrap around his poor, swollen cock in a tight fist just for extra good measure. He's leaking already with one stroke, but even when his hand scrabbles down to try and stop you cause he's gonna cum right away mommy, you just murmur into his neck that you wanna see your good boy enjoy his present.

"Mommy's gonna make you cum so much more, baby." You grin, and Eddie can't wrap his brain around all this all at once--it's too much, too much embarrassment and pleasure and deep, aching need, and all he can think about is how full his balls are and how good it would feel to cum all over your pretty, jiggling tummy. He can feel you in his, his hairy happy trail probably all that's masking the bulge he can only hope to see, and his fuzzy thighs rubbing back and forth over your soft ones as he rides you like you're a goddamn stallion. He doesn't wanna crush you by being on top, but his mind harkens back to when you used to say the same things about sitting on his face, and only then does he manage to interrupt your forceful rhythm and start swiveling his hips as best he can, all with your strap still buried in his ass all the way to the base. He can tell how it feels by your reaction--your eyes screw shut and your mouth hangs open in pleasure, a beautiful moan coming off your lips as you meet his movements with your own, hard thrusts.

It's a symbiotic relationship; he works his own weight into making your pussy feel soooooo good, and you react with those insanely tight bucks of your hips that have his heart pounding right up against the bars of his ribcage. By the time he's even lucid enough to realize that his end is just cresting over him, you're digging your nails into his hips and releasing your hold on his cock to grab his other side, keening out with a wanton cry as you yank him back down on your strap and your legs start to twitch as you ride out that mind-numbingly strong orgasm. His name is peppered throughout the string of whiny moans you let out, and so does yours roll around in his mouth as he humps that plushy belly until he's splattering it white with fat, pearly ropes of spunk that he could swear he's been saving up since birth.

"God....god, fuck's sakes, that was good..." Only when he slumps back do you come to life enough to catch him, and follow his movements with your hands holding him up by the spine as he lays down against the sheets and you kneel over him--your hard, dripping crimson cock still nestled safe and warm inside his ass. "M'sorry I....got carried away..."

"No, no." You shake your head, and brace yourself with both hands just above his shoulders to loom above him, and kiss those laboured breaths right off his lips. "Don't you apologize, baby boy. You were so, so good for mommy."

Fuck, that cheeky grin could kill him. And he's sure it will by the time you're done giving him all those orgasms you promised, and he's collapsed into a weepy little mess with his face buried between your tits, and your hand stroking through his hair as he clings to those curves of yours and dreams all about his mommy.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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